Beads started to form on my forehead, my head painfully beating as I could hear my blood flowing in my veins. Everyone eyed at every movement I make.
God... My head... It hurts...
A chuckle was heard inside the room, making me snap out of my head.
"So, (Y/n)," A hand was out stretched in front of my face. "Is it a deal, then?"
Taking a small gulp, I finally spoke. "I...I..."
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